Chapter 440

Chapter 440:

“As for you…” He turned to Rowan next. “You couldn’t make a dent overseas, that’s why you crawled back here. Guess what, I’ll make sure Skyline slams the door on you even faster p>

Rowan blanched. “Ashton p>

“Don’t ‘Ashton’ me. I’m not your friend. I’ve deleted your number, and I suggest you do the same with mine. We’re done.” He turned and reached for my wrist. “Let’s go p>

I left with him, now that the show was over.

“Is it really over, though?” I asked as we came out of the hospital. “Will they back off for good now that you’ve exposed their evil machinations p>

“They know better than to try again,” Ashton said.

He looked thoughtful. “Though, just to make sure…” He pulled out his phone and dialed.

He was on the phone with Dominic for less than five minutes.

“What did you ask him to do?” I asked once he hung up.

“Just make a few calls p>

I wasn’t sure what he meant until later that afternoon, when he sent me screenshots.

Dominic had sent him an update:

(Rowan just lost her spot on Star$ignal, the variety show she was supposed to debut on. Brand deal with Zaphir Skincare’s gone too. The others are falling through one by one p>

I scrolled.

There were eight canceled projects. Even when her agency offered to cut her rate, nobody accepted.

Then another update came through.

Rowan posted a vague brag about performing at the Skyline Gala, tagged it and everything. A minute ago, gala organizers replied to her post directly: “No such invite was issued to Miss Hale p>

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I pictured Rowan reading this merciless disclaimer, watching it all fall apart, losing everything in ten minutes. I didn’t feel sorry for her. Priya’s name lit up on my phone.

I picked up.

“Mirabelle! Rhys Granger just stormed into the studio. He found out Dan’s his brother or something, and now he’s screaming you and Dan tricked him. He’s demanding you show up and explain. Shit, now they’re fighting p>

Behind her voice, I could hear loud crashing, metal scraping tile, and something heavy thudding against a wall.

My first reaction on hearing Rhys’s name was—why couldn’t he take his family drama elsewhere? Why my studio?

If this had happened a year ago, I might’ve called Louisa to check in.

But ever since the engagement ended, we barely exchanged pleasantries, let alone sympathy.

“They won’t stop.” Priya sounded more concerned than scared. “Dan won’t back down; Rhys looks ready to kill him. I can’t get between them, Mirabelle, please p>

More smashing. Glass and furniture.

I could hear fists landing.